A new book is opened wide,
left blank for all to write on.
Every pen is ready to indite
the unknown story that just begun.
Time couldn't wait to show how it's like,
with all the dramas it brings along,
putting together every single line
for every writer to look back on.
Your story might come with mysteries;
mine with events too unreal to be real.
The best is just to keep writing
and never dwell on the unnecessary.
The beauty of a book lies within its line.
And the joy of a writer is to see it and smile.
A new year is here to story our lives
and the ending depends on the spice we add.